I have a big case of cabin fever after being snowed out of work again. Check this out. Athletic Bear No idea as to when this happened, but is seems like PETA should take note.

This is what Kevin Federline would do. I smell a Halloween costume.

Well here we go again. Here is the weekend in review from this blogger’s point of view. Let me first start by throwing up a thumb, as well as a crooked ass pinky to those Fightin’ ‘Cats. It appears as though there is ample enough parking at MSU to accommodate our football squad, Josh. Anyhow, the weekend looked super Thursday afternoon. jLo shoots me this sweet pic from campus. Yessir, that is a true Canadian tuxedo. Don’t get me wrong, I love denim…just not as much as this fella. editor’s note: I would like to know who made the call to throw the auxiliary dry erase board in this room. Give me a break.

Jump nearer to quitting time. Dave, who incidentally signs my checks, shows me what side is the best side.

Friday. Half day due to rain lops my work day to eleven hours. I grab a nap and head to Dave’s for some serious prep cooking…twenty five pounds of chicken, twenty five pounds of sirloin. And some vegetables. editor’s note: Sparks makes a terrific object when referencing scale.

Friday later. Some, not all, hell breaks loose in the Sleeg. The boys and I are involved in an altercation leaving my finger looking like this.

And this. I managed to get blindsided; some guy elevates me up a few stairs by my throat. I hit my feet and promptly hit the deck with said assailant…only to be met by a wall of bouncerblog.com’ers playing the parts of heroes. I blow snot and lose both my cool and my shirt.

Charges are pending…Until this junk blows over lets keep things shrouded in secrecy, and ice packs.

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Introducing the first ever bouncerblog.com pre-tailgate wine sampling. Join the gang Saturday morning for this unprecedented affair. Details to follow.

All that remains now is our name (I was thinking 4-sure…but there are five of us) and a shit load of meterosexualizing. Ain’t no lie, baby bye bye bye…Bye Bye

This Saturday marked the Montana State Fighting Bobcat’s home opener. The MSU grounds crew has provided the Cats with a terrific playing surface this season…unbeknownst to most alum and practically all coeds in attendance, Grif and Steve Sampson included.

To those nonattendees, the game is secondary to parking lot drinking…in fact, the game is often only evident when the cannon is torched after a touchdown. Pink, personalized Bubba Keg’s full of hops, skips, and goes, naked for some…Pabst Blue Ribbon for others. Interesting day, though. While I was putting together a wiring harness for my Yukon, Grif and Biddy were putting 30 Busch Lights in a cooler with Country Time and vodka. Gross…I do my best to avoid ingesting all three of those. A few hours elapse and my work flatbed trailer is the place to be for a few dozen hard drinking dudes and dudettes. Feel free to join us in two weeks. I don’t imagine we will have grown up by then.

Tell a friend…this beast is on the market. 1992 K5 Blazer appx. 142 thousand miles, 4x4, auto everything. Unfortuanately, this whip has no engine. Make me an offer. Oh, yeah…I forgot to mention that this vehicle is equiped with tilt.

Okay…one more obscure post before Grif and I tear it up. So my boss and I are waiting in line at Boondoggles (gas station sandwich shop…I love grinders, subs, dagwoods, whatever) when I spot a real dude wearing the same shoes as I. This may be commonplace for some bouncerblog.com readers; this is a first for me. See, I have for the past two odd years been purchasing disposable footwear in the form of *-Mart velcro shoes. Under five dollers per unit and surprisingly comfortable. Example:

I also name my velcs…I christened this particular model the Buzzer Beaters. Past pairs incluce the Game Times, Triple Doubles, and Ally-oops.

I am writing this post with a sore toe. Dehydration, stress, and Johnny Carino’s house merlot seem to have onset my gout. For those of you who are under fifty years of age and have better genetic code than the Swanson clan, gout is a form of arthritis that affects me from time to time. It is essentially a buildup of uric acid in my synovial fluid, that crystalizes and becomes painful as all hell. Hundreds of milligrams of ibuprofen and a few gallons of water later, I hope to have this thing knocked down by tomorrow. Who knows though. The combination of my two jobs keeps me sweating for approximately seventy hours per week…add in the fact that I have been trying to get pre-approved for a loan and have been dealing with Bozeman PD in lieu of a fight in the Legion Friday and it is no mystery why I am having an attack. To make matters worse, I swing the Yukon into a Wall Mart parking space reserved for senior citizens and receive a nice little condescending note from an anonymous do-gooder. Thank you for that. I am not retarded, I am disabled…right Grif?

Well. I feel bad :( about the crass content of that last post. Let us all loosen up a bit. Are you ready kids??? :) Heyyy!!!! :)It’s Louie Anderson! :)What a funny dude?!!! ;)Do you kids like roulette??? I took this photo early in the morning after losing quite a sum of money on the roulette table in Las Vegas a while back. Unfortunatly, I was not able to meet Louie in person. :(